Dear Miss Esmé,
You are energy.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to my energy. Should I get checked for hypothyrodism? Is something else seriously wrong with me?
Then I look at you whizzing by me (as you dilly dally), and I know exactly where all my energy went.
No matter what time I put you to bed, you compete each night with Pappa to see who can stay awake the longest.
Me? I’m dead. That’s all I got for you today. G’night!
The Lord is everlasting; He never tires or wearies. Wait on him, and you will run and not be weary…
I love you, my amazing, beautiful, clever, dilly-dallying, energized baby girl!
Each birthday, I write a letter to my baby girl. This year, the year of the amazing 5-year-mark, I’ll be working from A to Z.